What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?

Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe

Record-breakin' the album Thriller,

My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”

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And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,

Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you

Soldier with the gas-mask

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Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,

Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight

If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,

How do I build muscle easily with isometrics?

If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?

Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,

I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke

Is it okay if I sleep with my brother without my husband knowing?

Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”

Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',

Now bust the combustion Big Bang,

What should I do if I love someone who does not love me?

My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries

Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',

With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,

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He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,

Until we realized how to get the real money;

My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,

Whenever I write a novel, I struggle with the end, should I make it open? Should the good win or the bad win? Sometime I don't even have an ending, what should I do?

Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious

High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,

And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face

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Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you

- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,

The other one don't understand me,

Why do people stay in cults after they have joined?

Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”

If it ain't

Know your enemies

Why have cell phones, the internet, and reality TV turned the world into a toilet, as this has not advanced us in any way?

“…Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxic off the turkey with the joint on him, Flower look his man stood up before him, The bitches hit the table, Jakeem stripped off his cables, Shots went off, Sam'd get a chance to make his debut, Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off, We noticed wig worms, he hid behind Rich, C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled in the men's room, Pool pistol whipped Mase and broke the handle, Desperate- crawlin to the door on all fours, Sham kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours", Oh my goodness, Waz grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin’, He layin like a gay model shoutin’ out Sebastian, He smiled with his teeth missin, beggin’ for mercy ‘No more god, there’s 68 thousand down at pier three’, Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin', Sham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon, It's over, another story told, Lyin’ with the snakes, tongue kissin’ cobras, Yo let me tell you how the game go, We gettin rid of all the prostitutes, Tony want the streets back for sure! Too many hustlers, too many thieves, We're fuckin’ up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies, Lust and greed and hate the four devils- jealousy”

The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,

I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,

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Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,

Mothership alien sorceress

“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,

What made you feel disgusted today?

Everyday I see my mother strugglin',

Reveal alien tribal culture,

Three months later we run our own caper,

I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,

Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,

Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,

Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger

My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,

Dead astronauts, pyramids

Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats

I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,

I never knew my life mattered”

As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,

I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it

I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?

My sister's cute but she got no gear,

If it ain't

Breaking you to suicidal tendencies

Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,

Now there's steak with the beans and rice,

Me and my peeps is all trife

Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,

Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,

I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life

Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',

Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,

Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,

So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,

My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,

“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face

“I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart, Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clarks, That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bark, My mouth dry, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark, In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wallies down, I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound, It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim, I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again, That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby, She knew I had the murders a smack, It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat, You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty, You pulled your toolie out on me, motherfucker, First thought was to snatch the ratchet, Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it, I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin', I wrestled him to the ground, tussled, scuffled, constantly kicked him, He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him, Shots was whizzin' hittin' Clorex bottles, Customers screamin', then the faggot ran out of hollows, I had to show him what it's all about, Next day we readin’ the paper: A man who came to kill gets knocked out”

“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,

Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?

The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”

I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,

Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do

Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death

I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,

Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,

We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife

What does life mean without death?

So there in school, see I'm made a fool,

I do it once, I do it twice,

I spit like Muhammad to Moses,

Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you

It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you

We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers

No smile is genuine or real,

Who designed our DNA structure?

The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,

I seen it all in my short life

“Money's flowin’, everything is fine, got myself a uzi and my brother a nine, business is boomin’ everything is cool, I pull about a G a week; fuck school”

My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,

Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,

Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,

This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like

Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?

Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you

So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,

I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?

In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions

Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,

Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,

“late night I'm on a first class flight, The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright! I sit down in my seat; 2C, She approach officially talking 'bout, ‘Excuse me’, Her lips curl up into a tight space, cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place, showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped, all embarrassed; put an extra lime on my water glass, an hour later here she come by walkin’ past; ‘I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph'”

Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows

With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,

“Now as an outcast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm, That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin’, Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons, I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one, they said it skipped from 12 to 14, Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas, We trapped off in this maze, with walls made of layers”

Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,

Movin objects mentally

Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,

I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell

I'll see you when I get there,

When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,

would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?

It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”

“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues

Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose

Gangbangers that spit slang

Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,

Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife

“The very next day while I'm off to class,

The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century

But there's no dollars for nothin else,

I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,

Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,

I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,

I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,

“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,

I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,

Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,

My sister's gear now has sex appeal,

I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,

“You as an amateur, is outspoken, I'm lookin at your face you seem to be hopin that I, might stutter, stop, or just mess up, but everything's live that's why I don't dress up, Blastmaster KRS a synonym for fresh, I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test, got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me cause we make up the Boogie Down Production crew faculty”

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